Date With the New Guy

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

The doorbell sounded at dusk on Friday night and Mom yelled, "Sean, get the door!"

"Okay, Ma!" I replied and got up off the floor (where I was laid out watching the TV) and went to answer it.

I opened the door and looked up goggling at the man who was standing there. I had to look quite a way, and felt about two feet tall. He was well over six foot, blond-haired, blue-eyed, handsome as the men on the TV show I was watching and muscled like the guy who plays Hercules (the show I was watching at that moment)! He wore a letterman jacket like they give the football players at school, but it wasn't our school colors of black and red, it was green and white. Beneath that open jacket I saw a pale blue shirt, and he was wearing blue jeans almost the same color, well-faded but without any rips or bleached-out places, plus a pair of Nikes. And he was holding in one hand a bunch of six roses in an array with ferns, like you'd put in a lamp.

This is what I saw as I started looking at him from the top down to his feet, then he repeated himself. "Hello, is Casey home?" My older sister, she was pretty and had dates like this all the time, but from our school.

"I'll go tell her you're here." I said, stepping back. This was protocol, the guy had to come in and sit down, Mom might come in and check him out but she rarely did more than make sure he wasn't a motorcycle dude with a Mohawk haircut and tattoos and such.

I showed him to the couch and then remembered. "What's your name?" I asked, a bit bluntly but I had to find out, per Casey and per Mom, not just say "someone" when asked who it was.

"I'm Rod. Roderick Wilson," he supplied.

"I'm Sean. Okay, I'll go tell her you're here." I said again and went up the stairs and knocked on Casey's door. Casey had a lock on her door, a privilege Mom said I would get when I turned sixteen, another nine years away. "Casey?" My little bit of revenge, I made her get up and answer the door each time instead of a yelling at the door.

She opened the door, and I saw she was all made up and ready. "Your date is here." I said.

"What's his name?" she inquired. Another bit of little-brother revenge from me, we didn't get along, what seventeen-year-old girl gets along with her seven-year-old brother?

"Roderick Wilson."

"Oh, him," An expression on her face I knew well, her "evil grin." She was up to something. She grabbed her purse and came on out but headed for the back stairs. "Tell him I'll be out in fifteen minutes," she called over her back.

"Hey, he's in the living room!" I said.

"I know," Casey looked at me with her evil grin, then giggled. "I can't wait to see his face at school on Monday!" She giggled again and went down the stairs. I turned and went back down the front stairs to the living room.

Rod stood up as I came in and then sat again when he saw it was me. "Is she here?"

"She said to tell you she'd be down in fifteen minutes."

Understand, I was cutting Casey a break here. She might, just might, have meant that when she said to tell him that. Maybe I'd misread the evil grin and her taking the back stairs as her slipping out the back way.

I got on the couch with Rod and we kept watching the TV show. Hercules had been rendered invisible and Iolaus was trying to feel around to find him. He reached out where Hercules' crotch was and Hercules said, "Whoa!" to indicate what Iolaus had found when he did that.

I snickered, "He grabbed his junk!"

Rod burst out a laugh, he had caught that, too, "Yeah, he did!" he chortled and we laughed about it. After that, he and I chatted like new friends. He had just moved here from a town I had never heard of in another state, and was having some trouble fitting in. "So I got up my courage and asked Casey for a date. She first said no, but came back an hour later and said okay, so here I am."

"Yeah, here you are." I sobered. Rod was such a nice guy, Casey was being a total "B-word" to him and he was getting stood up on his date.

I looked at the clock. It had been almost ten minutes. Long enough. "Rod, I got to tell you something."

"What?"

"Casey left ten minutes ago. I guess she's planning to stand you up. Said she couldn't wait to see your face on Monday at school. Casey's an asshole," I added, then looked to see if Mom had heard me use that word.

Rod looked sad, "I should have guessed," he sighed. "The guys and girls at school keep treating me like crap and I can't figure out why. I know I'm the new guy at school but...." he trailed off into silence.

"I know. They're all jerks," I commiserated.

He looked at me and suddenly said with resolution, "Look, Sean, I have a gift certificate for Chuck E. Cheese, good for a large pizza and games, I was going to take Casey there. Would you like to go with me?"

"Sure!" I said.

"Better ask your mother," he said.

I ran into the kitchen and said, "Mom, my new friend wants me to go with him to Chuck E. Cheese, he has a gift certificate. Can I go?"

"Mom didn't even look away from the cookies she was making for a church social. "Be back by ten o'clock, dear."

"We will," I promised. Ten o'clock was over three hours away, plenty of time to have a lot of fun!

We did. I hadn't had supper yet, so I devoured a good portion of the large pizza and then we set into playing the games. Rod stayed right with me at every game, even when it was one a guy his age didn't have any interest in. I had a terrific time."

But the gift certificate got used up and it was still an hour until ten o'clock. "What are we going to do now?" I asked Rod. "It's only eight-fifty."

"I got a place we can go," Rod said.

It turned out to be a motel room. "I rented it, Casey told me to," Rod explained. "We might as well get a bit of use out of it."

"Okay!" I was more than happy to go in and hop on the bed. "What are we going to do?" I asked him as he crawled in after me.

"I was thinking we could do this," Rod said as he brought his face up to mine and kissed me.

I was surprised by what he did, but my reaction was immediate, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed back as well as I could. His body pushed me over onto my back while we kissed and I felt his warm body hovering only a bare half inch away from me and I pulled it down onto mine.

As to what happened next, I won't say anything but I was more than happy to be a part of it. He reached to work open a couple of my shirt buttons and he worked his hand into the shirt so he could rub my chest and I felt faint as he stroked it and felt it and gripped one of my nipples with his thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle tweak. I tried to push his letterman jacket off of his shoulders and he rose up to kneel over me and grinned as he stripped off the jacket and then his shirt and the white t-shirt under that. "What are you waiting for?" he asked me, as I lay there watching him.

I moved into quick action, yanking my clothes off and managed to get totally nude by the same time as he did. His cock was hard as it could be, and I stared at it, fascinated. "Wow, you have a big one!"

"Huh? Yeah, it's kind of bigger than average. Eight inches long."

"Wow, eight inches," I admired.

"You've never seen a man's cock before?"

I shook my head no.

"So let me show you how it works, up close and personal."

He got up on his knees and moved to where he could push his dick at my face and said, "Can you suck my cock, Sean? Do you know how?"

"I've seen it on some dirty movies," I assured him.

He smiled and pushed his prong closer to my lips. "So show me what you know."

I happily slid my mouth over his pecker and he gasped and moaned, only correcting me a little (I had to watch my teeth and keep my mouth moist) and I soon had a good rhythm of movement that made him moan and groan. "Oh, God, Sean, you learned a lot!" he panted. "I got to lie down, give me a bit more room."

I slid over and he laid down with his head toward the foot of the bed, to get where I could suck his cock again, I had to shift my body down on the bed. But I got there and happily locked onto him again, this time with the top of his dick on my tongue instead of the bottom. I was thinking that his cock, which was gently curved, might slide right down my throat if I tried to stuff it all the way down, and then I felt his head on my lower inner thigh and I looked down just in time to see his warm lips close on my own prick which had surged to full stiffness by our sex play.

I moaned rather loudly when I felt the moist, soft grip of his mouth, "Uhhhhhhhhh!"

He began to move his lips and I retackled his warm man-tool with vigor and spurred by his loving on my dick, I was moving fast as I could and had him groaning along with me.

His groans took on an urgent sound, instead of "Uhhhhhhhh!" it was more "Uhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh!" I grinned and kept on sucking, happy I was making him feel so good.

I mentioned that I had seen some dirty movies, but I had only seen some that didn't show the entire act of sex, just the start of it and a lot of moans, then they'd shift to something else at the time the guy began to maybe grunt like Rod was.

So when he climaxed and hot spunk gushed into my mouth, I was caught off guard. I was amazed and pleased (it tasted good!) and swallowed it happily, thinking that if this happened when you sucked a man's cock, I could see why so many other guys were so glad to do it! Rod moaned and squirted it and it lasted less than ten seconds, then he stopped squirting it and was no longer groaning and his prick started getting soft.

I let go and thought he'd do the same, but he rested only a moment, and then he started in again with a speed that said he'd resolved to make me do the same thing. I was more than happy to squirt my own sauce into his mouth so I lay there and sure enough, after a bit, my own body went into a thrill that made all the pleasure I'd felt before then seem like how an appetizer compares to a dessert. Okay but man, oh, man, the dessert is so much better! I moaned and writhed happily as the joy swarmed through me, shuddering but though my dick jerked a bit, nothing happened.

I took about as long with the happy-time as Rod had, then I was done, panting, and he stopped and crawled around back to lie with me and I said, "Mine didn't do it!"

"Do what?"

"Shoot out that sauce."

"Sauce? Oh!" Rod began to laugh, "I guess that's as good a word for it as any. "The reason you didn't shoot any out is that you're still only a boy."

"I'm seven."

"Yeah, and I'm nearly eighteen. When you get into your teenaged years, it sort of happens, things like the hair I have around my cock and the way it grows bigger and my voice got deeper. Puberty."

"Pubbertee?"

"Puberty," Rod ran his fingers through my hair, a nice, gentle gesture. "It's what they call the changes your body undergoes as you get older. Your voice will start cracking when you talk, that's usually the first clue."

"Like Bobby at school," I named a sixth-grader I knew.

"Yeah, like him, I guess." His hand came down from my hair, and his index finger landed on my chest and ran in a swooping around and back like a figure skater.

"Well, it still felt good, really good," I said. Then remembered. "What time is it?"

Rod checked the watch still on his hand. "Nine twenty-two."

"We got to go back home soon," I mourned. "I wish you could come spend the night with me."

"I don't think your Mom would approve," Rod said. "I wish you could stay here, I have this room until two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

I had a flash of inspiration. "Let me use the phone."

"You have to dial '9' before you dial the number," Rod said.

I called home and Mom answered, "Hey, Mom, my friend wants me to spend the night, can I do that? I'd be home about two o'clock tomorrow."

"Do you have a chaperone?"

I looked at Rod, "There's an older boy about eighteen with me."

"All right, then. You be good and do anything he tells you to do," Mom said. "See you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Momma," I said and hung up.

"What did she say?" Rod asked.

"She said for me to do anything you told me to," I grinned at him.

"Well, in that case," Rod reached to kiss me again.

We spent the night rousing to suck each other again and again. I'd wake up and reach down and find his cock stiff and get to work, maybe I woke him up but he never complained. He did that to me, too. We went out to a late breakfast about ten o'clock Saturday morning and Rod had just enough money to buy us both a McDonald's meal.

We returned to the motel and used the bed again, and Rod mentioned another way for us to have fun in bed, and I agreed it sounded like fun, him pushing his dong into my butt and moving back and forth, he promised it would feel good for me.

He took me home and I arrived just before two o'clock. "Hi, Mom!" I called out to her as I walked in the front door.

Mom was watching an old movie. "Good afternoon, honey. Are you hungry?"

"Not quite, I had breakfast at ten o'clock at McDonald's."

"Well, let me know when you do get hungry."

"Is Casey home?"

"Up in her room."

I went up and knocked on her door, and she opened it, "Oh, it's you," she said with a sniff in her voice. "How long did Rod wait for me?"

"Oh, about ten minutes," I was a master at saying things that were both true and not true, as you may have noticed.

She snickered, "Man, I can't wait to see his face when he gets to history class Monday," she got out. "I got to call Marge and Cindy, they'll crack up!"

I wondered how Rod would talk to her on Monday. I'd have to ask him when he and I got together again.

Maybe he'll thank her! Wouldn't that be a good trick on her!

I had to call Rod and tell him to do that! Then HE could see the look on HER face!

THE END
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